'91 ('91) Cypress Hill burst upon the sceneThree crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weedTalkin' about life on records was the whole planSo we put out The Phuncky Feel, but you were feelin' Kill A Man (Kill A Man)That was about the time we was openin' up for NaughtyDidn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92 ('92) a year later, 'bout a million records soldFrom doin' shows like Lollapalooza on the roadBuildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venomTakin' pictures for High Times, me, Muggs and SenChillin' with the Beastie Boys, smokin' lots of weedBut it was time to hit the studio for another LP

'93 ('93) Black Sunday hits, with critical acclaimHad a monster hit from Insane In The BrainTopped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to bootIt was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it in rap musicBut it was a feat none the lessSo we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin' stress

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'94 ('94) still in the door and we conquered many toursWith Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many moreWas even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the blockCalled up Eric Bobo and half a million rockedHow could all this happen at 24 years of ageHalf a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage

'95 ('95) I was alive and survived so farStill tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star'Cause that's the type of shit that can really affect your mentalThis was evident, in the way I broke the tempoWith confusin'(I'm havin' Illusions) pain, and hence illusionsBut I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive (Yeah)Even the record company, they became illusiveWhen it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution

'96 ('96) wit' no support we were still makin' movesCypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' GroovesBut like every legend every click, someone had to splitSo the Dog left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thickI was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babiesBut the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'

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[B-Real]'97 ('97) was the trip, it was the year we killed the feudBetween us and Cube, over shit nobody knewThe Dog came back home but after Smokin' Grooves 2Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah BaduThis was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the booNiggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

'98 ('98) was kinda great, 'cause it felt just like beforeWe hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IVBut someone dropped the ball, as I still recall'Cause it felt Cypress Hill got no support at allWe did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with SenAnd the old chemistry, just reared it's head again

'99 ('99) I got to recline, because there was no doubtThat the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out'99 was even better than the year of '98And Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate

Two-thousand (Two-thousand) 15 million records soldThey broke the mould, but there's others along the roadBut we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to AtlantisDroppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one (Two-thousand and one) Goddamn, who knows what's in storeJust as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the doorWe remain unjaded and still we go unfadedSee how long we made it and never ben outdated